At the Iron Blood family home, the patriarch of the family stood rigid, his face contorted in anger as he stared at the gruesome sight in front of him. There, on the blood-soaked ground, lay a severed head with its body and face destroyed beyond recognition, as if it had been torn apart by a wild animal.The head belonged to Lobe, the son of the patriarch. Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the patriarch clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He wanted nothing more than to tear apart the person responsible for this heinous act. He held his son's unrecognizable head in his trembling hands, as the man carrying the corpse explained in a shaky voice that their young parents were killed in the territory of the Frost Sword family.The patriarch of the Iron Blood family let out a low growl, his eyes burning with fury. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, and the other masters present in the room felt a chill run down their spines. They could feel the weight of his anger p
Lucas woke up to the intoxicating scent of ivy, his white-haired wife. He looked around and saw that he was in their bedroom. The curtains were drawn, but a sliver of sunlight peeked through, casting a warm glow on Ivy's face. She was sitting next to him, her eyes filled with relief."You're finally awake," she said, her voice filled with concern. "You've been unconscious for three days."Lucas tried to sit up, but his body felt weak and heavy. He remembered using dark energy to fight off the attackers, but it had taken a toll on his body. He could still feel the lingering pain in his muscles, and his head throbbed with every movement."What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse."You overused your QI. Luckily, you were still able to kill the two masters brought by Lobo. But Lucas, you don't remember killing Lobo, do you?" Ivy asked, her voice trembling.Ivy probably didn't know about Lucas' arc energy. Actually, Lucas' body was taken over as a side effect of using that energy excessi
At the White Swan Sect, the air was thick with excitement as disciples scurried about, setting up banners and arranging tables for the upcoming recruitment event. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of chatter and laughter.Two disciples from the yellow faction of the outer disciples, Rai and Jin, sat together under the shade of a large willow tree, watching the commotion around them. Rai turned to Jin, a worried expression on his face."Hey Jin, have you noticed anything strange about Yog lately?" Rai asked, lowering his voice.Jin furrowed his brow, looking thoughtful. "Now that you mention it, he has been acting differently. He's been distant and preoccupied, and I've barely seen him at all during our training sessions."Rai nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of their faction leader. "I've noticed that too. And have you seen the way he's been avoiding us? It's like he doesn't want to talk to anyone."Jin leaned in closer, his voice ba
Rai, Jin, and Leo crept towards Yog's building, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had heard rumors of Yog's strange behavior, and they were determined to find out the truth.As they approached the building, Rai signaled for them to stop. He pointed towards a figure emerging from the shadows. It was a man wearing a strange mask, his eyes gleaming in the darkness."That's not Yog," Rai whispered, his voice barely audible.Jin and Leo exchanged a worried glance. "What should we do?" Jin asked.Rai thought for a moment. "We need to get closer and find out what's going on," he said. "But we have to be careful. We don't know who that is or what they're doing here."The three of them moved cautiously, jumping into trees and ducking into bushes to avoid being seen. Rai's keen eyesight allowed him to spot any movement in the darkness, and he signaled to his friends whenever he saw someone approaching.The masked man stood there, seemingly waiting for something. Rai and his friends he
Mei, one of the outer disciples of the White Swan sect, had been practicing her martial arts techniques when she suddenly felt the urge to relieve herself. She quickly made her way to the nearby bushes, careful not to be seen by her fellow disciples.As she squatted down behind a large bush, Mei couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as the warm liquid flowed out of her body. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, enjoying the sensation of the cool air against her skin.Mei could hear the sound of her own piss hitting the ground, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She knew that it was important to take care of her body, especially as a disciple of the White Swan sect. She vowed to make sure that she always took the time to relieve herself properly, no matter how busy she was.As she finished up and stood up, Mei took a small cloth from her pocket and used it to gently clean herself. She made sure to wipe away any excess liquid, taking care to be thorough a
In front of the door of the room where Lucas was staying at the White Swan sect, the leader of the White Swan sect, a beautiful black-haired woman named Lily, stood confidently with her hands clasped behind her back. She turned to Lucas and Ivy, who were standing in front of her, and said, "Lucas, I would like to test your strength for a while."Ivy's grip tightened on Lucas's arm, and he could feel her body tense up. He gave her a reassuring smile and said, "It's okay, Ivy. I can handle it."As Lily released her energy, Ivy's breath hitched, and she felt a heavy pressure weighing down on her. Lucas could see the panic in her eyes, and without hesitation, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. A surge of energy flowed from Lucas into Ivy, and the pressure on her immediately lessened.Lily's eyes narrowed as she focused her suppressing energy on Lucas. He could feel the energy pressing down on him, but he remained calm and composed. Suddenly, a burst of dark energy erupted
Lucas and Ivy sat in the row of sect masters, their eyes scanning the crowd. The White Lotus sect leader sat at the head of the table, his gaze stern as he looked over the prospective outer disciples lined up in front of her. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of incense filled the room. But Lucas's attention was drawn to the man in the skull mask sitting a few seats away from him. He could sense an evil aura emanating from the man, a cold and dark energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew that he was from the Iron Blood family, a group of ruthless cultivators known for their brutal tactics. Lucas kept his cool, embracing Ivy tightly as he watched the man out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her heart beating fast against his chest, and he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I've got this." Ivy looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure? He looks dangerous." Lucas nodded, his gaze never leaving the man in the skull
After the welcoming ceremony for the White Swan Sect's new outer students candidates, Yog, the leader of the yellow faction, suddenly approached Moona, the new student. The other prospective disciples of the sect couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves as they saw Yog making a beeline for Moona."Look, senior Yog is talking to that new girl," one of them said, nudging her friend."She's so lucky," her friend replied enviously. "To be approached by the leader of the yellow faction on her first day, no less."Moona couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she felt the weight of their gazes on her. She tried to act nonchalant, but her heart was pounding in her chest.Yog was a tall and imposing figure, with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He was dressed in a yellow robe that signified his status as the leader of the yellow faction. Moona couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence."Greetings, junior," Yog said, his voice deep and smooth. "I've heard a lot about you. You h
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The once lush and vibrant forest was now a smoldering crater, filled with plumes of smoke that choked the sky. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood clan stood triumphantly at the center of the destruction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."Behold, the power of the Dragon God!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape.The nearby village was in chaos, as the terrified villagers scrambled to escape the wrath of the Iron Blood clan. A man in the crowd stood frozen, his legs unable to move as he watched the monstrous figure approach. He was a human with a half-dragon form, a rare and feared breed in this world.The Dragon God's wings sent dust flying as he landed before the man, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.The man nodded, his voice trembling as he replied, "I do.""And who is your God?" the Dragon God sneer
Near the thundering waterfall, the beautiful and petite Mei lay asleep, her short hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was a True Immortal, and as such, her senses were heightened. Suddenly, she bolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she felt a powerful aura approaching.Mei sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. That's when she saw him - a figure descending from the sky, his wings spread wide and his aura radiating like the sun. It was Lucas."Lucas!" Mei cried out, her voice echoing through the canyon. "What are you doing here?"Lucas landed gracefully on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Mei, I need your help," he said, his voice urgent. "I've absorbed three Dragon Blood artifacts, and I need the Dragon Hearth that's hidden behind this waterfall."Mei's eyes widened in surprise. "But Lucas, I was assigned by my master to protect that artifact. It's too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands."Lucas nodded solemnly.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, as the corpses of a hundred men lay strewn about the chamber. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood family stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy and labored. He had not anticipated the Virgin Tears artifact to be so difficult to control."Stand back!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His index finger twitched involuntarily, and he could feel the dark energy of the artifact coursing through his veins."What's happening to me?" he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. He had always been a man of steel, never wavering in the face of danger. But now, he felt his body slipping away from him, as if it were no longer his own.The Patriarch's fingertips began to blacken, and his eye took on the slitted pupil of a cat. He let out a roar of frustration, his neck veins bulging and his face reddening as he fought against the power of the artifact.But it was no use. The Virgin Tears continued to seep into his body, until he was
Above the mountain peak, the clouds were a brilliant white against the azure sky. Lucas could feel the power of the Dragon Blood artifact coursing through his veins, his muscles rippling and expanding as they absorbed its energy. He bit his lip against the searing pain, feeling as if his very bones were being reshaped."Agh... it hurts so much... I can't take it anymore," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, as he fell to his knees. He could feel his skin peeling away, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. He retched violently, blood and bile spewing from his mouth.As the transformation reached its peak, Lucas gasped as scales began to sprout from his skin, shimmering in the sunlight. They were a deep, iridescent black, and they seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas screamed in agony as the scales tore through his flesh.The scales quickly receded, leaving Lucas's skin smooth once more, but he could feel that his body was forever changed. He
Inside the mountain shrouded in a thick, black fog, Lucas grunted in annoyance as he navigated his way through the dead trees. The stench of decay filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. He could see corpses littering the ground, half-buried in the dirt."Great, just what I needed," Lucas muttered to himself, suspecting that this trip would be more troublesome than he had initially thought.As he drove forward, he noticed something strange about the ground. It seemed to be pulsing with a dark energy. Lucas decided to take a risk and jumped on top of a pile of dead wood, using it as a makeshift bridge.Sure enough, as he made his way further into the mountain, the strange feeling intensified. Even though Lucas was already incredibly strong, he could feel the power of the artifact that affected this mountain. It was much stronger than anything he had ever encountered before except the Dragon Hearth.Lucas jumped from tree to tree, trying to get a better view of his surroundings.
The short, neckless cultivator ventured deeper into the ominous black mist that enveloped the mountain. The trees around him were lifeless, their branches bare and twisted like gnarled fingers reaching out towards the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.As he walked, the cultivator's senses were on high alert. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves beneath his feet and the distant sound of water trickling down the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just in time to see several cultivators lunging towards him with their weapons drawn.With lightning-fast reflexes, the short cultivator dodged their attacks and countered with a swift punch to the head, sending one of his assailants crashing to the ground. The others quickly retreated, but the cultivator knew they wouldn't give up so easily.He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest as he scrambled up the steep incline. The higher he climbed, the heavier his le
The Ivy family was slowly recovering from the brutal attack by the Iron Blood family. Lucas walked through the makeshift infirmary, his heart heavy as he saw the injured and maimed bodies of his friends and family. He clenched his fists in anger, knowing that he couldn't defeat the patriarch of the Iron Blood family in a fair fight.As he continued to walk, he heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned to see Ivy, his wife, approaching him with a small smile on her face. She held out a rice ball to him, and he took it gratefully, savoring the taste of the simple food."I know you're worried about the Dragon Blood artifacts," Ivy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you can't do this alone. You need to rest and recover before you go after them."Lucas shook his head, his determination unwavering. "I don't have a choice, Ivy. If the patriarch of the Iron Blood family comes back, I won't be able to protect you and the others. I need to find the remaining artifacts befo
Lucas felt the world closing in around him as the Iron Blood patriarch's grip tightened around his throat. His vision began to blur and darken, and he could feel the life being squeezed out of him.Suddenly, a holographic display flickered to life in front of Lucas's eyes. The words "[Random Luck Activated]" flashed across the screen, and Lucas felt a surge of hope.The Iron Blood patriarch's grip loosened slightly as he let out a cry of pain. He clutched at his chest, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Lucas could see the veins bulging in the man's neck and forehead, and his skin began to blister and blacken.The Iron Blood troops around them began to panic, shouting and scrambling to get away from their leader. The patriarch stumbled backwards, his eyes locked on Lucas with a mixture of fear and hatred."Retreat!" he bellowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Retreat now!"The troops didn't need to be told twice. They turned and fled, leaving Lucas and the patriarch alone in the m
The patriarch of the Frost Sword family, a tall and imposing man, received the news that the army of the evil Iron Blood family was nearing their border. He called his daughter Ivy, a white-haired woman with piercing blue eyes, to his side."Ivy," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "I know this is not what we had planned for your future, but I need you to stay here and protect the family while I go to the battlefield."Ivy's heart sank. She had always known that this day might come, but she had hoped that she would be able to fight alongside her father. She looked at him, her eyes filled with determination."Father," she said, her voice steady. "I want to go with you. I can fight, and I want to help protect our family."Her father shook his head. "Ivy, it's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you."Ivy's mother, who had been listening from the doorway, stepped forward. "I agree with your father, Ivy. It's too dangerous for you to go to the battlefield."Ivy's eyes flashed with ange